The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-06-11

Dlrd with wounded wing, left behind by its fellows, who had sought the pines lowering wings for the night. She, with her wounded wings. ionged, too, to lag behind her friends, that She might be alone with her humiliation and grief. He does not love you," sighed the whole bosom of the forest, where stirred the pulse of the warm spring gale.
 Some of the party stopped to pick the gum from the liquid amber trees along the way.
 ''Shall we go on? It is growing late, and you have no wrap" said Clinton to Ada, with that tenderness which is mans most irresistible quality. And so they hastened onward, Clin- ton carrying the bulk of the burden, and Ada with only the flowers, but feeling as if she was almost broken be- heath load of thorns. She who had blithely trod flowery pathway only a few short hours ago now descended by Via DolOrosa with her heart and hands heavily burdened, having gath cred only thorns, and her brow seem- ing cruelty bound with the longest. strongest spines.
 The sunset still fingered on the pine tree-tops, but its light had almost faded from the town. sunk in the shadow of the vale below. There, two street lamps already glimmered like two great eyes somewhat dimmed by days dying light.
 Ada looked down at the little vil- lage, and thought how happy one fair haired girl who lived there must be in the possession of this true fellows love. And she. who only few hours ago had looked scornfully there, and wondered how any one could live hap oily within that little cage, now thought how blissful life might be, dwelling there with that love which ''is alone enough to satisfy the soul"
 Soon they reached the little choco- late cottage which was perched upon a hill outside the suburbs of Morning Glory. Clinton bounded in, depos- ited Ada's basket ill the hall, and was taking his leave hastily. when Mrs. Rose Avery caught him by the sleeve and pulled him back
 "W ont you stay for supper. Clin- ton? Oh. you must. I particularly wish you tonight" said she. impress lively.
 ''l fear shall be late" looking wist- fully toward the cosy room where Ada. chilly and sad, was lowering over the fire.
 "Oh, you must stay I insist upon if Shn n hoV band with dutiful kiss, as that gen. tleman, MT. Charles Avery, came up the steps.
 lin awtully hungry and tired. lit- tie woman," said Charles, as he gently thrust her aside and threw himself upon lounge. "Hurry up supper. please"
 "Certainly," said the little woman. bustling of.
 While she was out Ada went to work with the gathered treasure. She planted two sprays of thorn firmly at each end of the mantel. in front of a pale blue panel. against which they stood out in fine relief She hastily strung the honey pods upon narrow silvery ribbon, and festooned them around the room. Soon the silver tongued tea-bell called them out. Any one but man would have noticed the importance with which Mrs. Rose seated them around the table.
 Really, my dear" said Charles. presently, ''your cook is improving wonderfully. Now, these oysters are just to my taste, and this bread has quite the flavor of ripe wheat"
 Il am glad you are pleased, dear," said Mrs. Rose, looking down to hide 7the twinkle in her eye.
 "A gem of a cook. Rose. we must keep this jewel of the culinary art" Turning to Clinton, Rose used to cook for me. Iwish I could remem- Der the menu of our early house. keep ing. It was what Eugene Sue might have called "a mixture of mysteries What, with her sad-hearted bread. and her pound cakes-about forty pounds to each one-she liked to have laid me in the early grave of indiges- tion. Take my advice, Clint, and never marry woman who can cook. Knowledge, without experience, in that line is dangerous article" and Charlie burst out laughing merrily.
 "I hope you are all pleased with the new dishes cook has introduced to- night" said Rose meekly, the laughter bubbling behind her lips.
 "They are not to be surpassed, cousin Rose," said Clinton.
 Really admirable, my dear," said Charlie, helping himself to the goose berry trifie.
 'I am very glad, for did it all my sclf," and the laughter long repressed broke forth in silvery stream. Ex- tremely discomfited, Charlie hardly knew how to make the best of his lu- dicTous mistake. q am beaten this l time ? Juas tho Srr,oa fost or>xoos.se.> l.